"When I was finally brave enough to go for help, the hallways were littered with bodies. Bloody and handprints and splashes of red covered the walls. Even the frost covered windows were splattered with it. I went to my grandparents' room and they were still in their bed with pillows over their heads. No matter how hard I shook them, they wouldn't awaken. While desperately trying to wake my grandfather, the pillow fell to the floor and I could clearly see why. He had a hole, right in the center of his forehead."